this was a terrible idea;

peterpaulwisdom:

totallycalmtotallycool:

merrymagik:

Illyana’s fingers wrap around those of the hand offered to her by her best
friend and squeeze tightly, the most subtle, sure way of getting across her
distress in the clearest way without voicing it out loud. Part of her wants to
tune out everything they’re saying, to find something else to focus on that’s
anything but this dinner, but the more prominent part of her is CURIOUS
about this timeline —— which, so far, is making her more and more glad
for the one that she’s from. So, she relaxes into her seat a little more and
loosens her grip on her Kitty’s hand  ( though she doesn’t let go completely ).
It’s not until the mention of the ‘Phoenix thing’ that she finally feels the need
to speak up. 

                 ‘ I’m sorry for what my brother did. He was not himself. ’

None of them were. But she doesn’t say that part out loud and if it hadn’t been
to defend her big brother, she wouldn’t have said anything at all. It’s all just
another reminder of all the loose ends she still has when it comes to him, and
she finds herself regretting her decision not to tune them out. 

Kitty sunk her teeth into her lower lip and swallowed her disappointment, lowering her hand back to the table. It had been too much to hope for – if hoping had even been what she was doing. Purposively, she shifted her thoughts back to the puzzle of her other self, trying to laugh at the seafood comment, “Yep. Almost turned me off the beach, too. Almost.” Even Piotr was the same, then. Had the difference been Illyana? Would she have ended up back with Pete, in Britain, if she hadn’t gotten with Illyana, instead? The thought was repulsive – possibly even more repulsive now that she didn’t even have to picture it for herself. But they seemed content, so maybe it wasn’t all bad.

She grimaces internally at the sound of Illyana’s voice, and squeezes her fingers a little tighter. “None of you were,” she says pointedly, sympathy and the pang of guilt she feels blunting her tone. “Me and… other me,” she glanced hesitantly across the table, “know some things about possession. And that’s one of them.”

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   While he hadn’t been involved personally in that particular incident (and held even more annoyance towards the avengers due to such) he’d certainly heard it from his missus, feeling the heavy air and filled with slight regret for not going back sooner. He’d considered it on occasion and each time decided to simply drop it but such was the butterfly effect in all its’ glory and the after-effects were unavoidable. The burns along her arm were proof of that and so too were the silent ones she’d not speak of, lingering in her head as both simply waited it out. His words meant nothing to the unknown pair opposite but the blondes tone was filled with regret, offering her a brief yet firm glance as he continued to tread eggshells

   “No point dwellin’ on the past. Dunno where this timeline of yours splits off but ‘m sure that bloody mate of yours has come back from time to time. Tried shankin’ me with bloody steak knives he did. Right interesting dinner.” Perhaps he brought that up too often, but when your lover attempts to murder you with a spray of knives you tend to keep a slight remembrance in the front of your mind. “– How old are you anyway, Pryde.”  

                     (Tag, yr it  @@clawinkitten​)

    A disturbance in whatever sincerity she’d falsely manufactured came when the beach was mentioned. Did she like the beach? Did she have any strong opinions on the beach? She liked the beach but did she like the beach? Awkwardly did she take to the drink put in front of her, wine held wrong at the stem and pounded back in an instant. “True that…-     sister…?” The last word was left in the infamy of awkward surrounding the table and she sighed almost wistfully at the information she’d collected: this Kitty got more beach days then she and she would remember that the next time she needed to complain.

The point was all but moot with even Pete chiming in to comfort her before she had the chance to pounce and still she made her best attempt at rousing spirits. “Don’t apologize for that. Then The Avengers win.”  She prayed everyone at this table hated that lineup like she and Pete, the latter of whom she sparred a glance to before her train of thought followed along side his hurriedly trying to move away form the phoenix. “Oh yea. Did Ogun stab your Pete too? I mean…you..did you stab Pete? No I meant Ogun. I’ve never stabbed Pete. Maybe you did. I don’t know how your breakup went.”

@merrymagik

Dec 29 23:51 ( ♥ 13 )